Revenge to the Alpha Mate Chapter 185

Celena’s Perspective Brett was dead. This struck my mind like a heavy hamr, reverberating repeatedly, yet I couldn’t truly understand it. How could that be? That Brett who always wore a helpless smile, secretly brought food and dicine, and told in my darkest years that there was still sunshine and forests outside? The Brett who told , "Live on, Celena, just for yourself"? Even my na was given to by him. My heart felt as if it were being clutched by an invisible hand, aching so much that I couldn’t breathe. Fragnts of mory uncontrollably welled up: the cold and damp stone walls of the dungeon, Brett’s focused profile as he carefully treated my wound, his low voice telling stories about the outside world, about the city, about freedom, and the silent clenched and loosened fists when he was mocked by his fellow hunters for being weak... He was the only light during those years of imprisonnt. He was not a relative, but he was more like family than anyone else. Lily’s Perspective Ethan and the others finally returned from the town, covered in dust and exhausted. But seeing that their ho and the cabin were still there and the children were all safe, everyone could clearly breathe a sigh of relief. "Lily!" " Ethan strode over, ignoring the injury on my shoulder (well, he was actually very cautious), and hugged tightly. His breath enveloped , carrying the scent of smoke and the forest, which slightly relaxed my tense nerves. He lowered his head, his forehead pressing against mine, his grayish-blue eyes brimming with blood vessels and a lingering fear."Thank the moon you’re okay," he murmured, then kissed softly. Aurora wedged herself between us, giggling as she wrapped her little arms around both our necks. The warmth and reunion of that mont nearly made forget the cold reality waiting in the trunk of the car. Beside them, Xaver also limped towards his partner Ren and their little son. Ren, with tears in her eyes, threw herself into his arms. Their child held Xaver’s remaining intact leg and called out, "Dad." Even Kyle, who was usually cold and tough, quietly walked among his people to check on their injuries. An atmosphere of having survived a disaster was spreading. But this harmonious and warm scene was like a cold knife, deeply stabbing the solitary figure beside it. Celena stood there, looking at the families and mates gathered around her, her eyes vacant. The sense of disconnection within her grew even stronger, as if she were standing in a transparent cover, gazing at the joy outside but unable to touch it herself. At this mont, Miranda walked over quickly and went straight to visit Jacob. He lay on the stretcher beside him, still unconscious, and the effects of lycotine had not yet completely subsided. Miranda gave him so dicine to help him eliminate the remaining toxins in his body. His brown hair was sared with sweat and blood on his forehead. His brows were furrowed. Even in a coma, he seed to be enduring trendous pain. Max also slled that ominous, cold and lifeless odor. His expression changed. His eyes looked at the car in terror, and then he imdiately walked towards Celena, reaching out his hand to embrace her and offer her so support. "Natalie......" His voice was dry. But Celena pushed him away suddenly! She rushed towards the car like a bolt of lightning and, before all of us could react, lifted the cloth covering the body in one go! Ti seed to freeze in that instant. Brett’s face was still covered in blood, but he looked as if he were sleeping, a look of relief on his lips. Beneath Brett’s face was the vicious, fatal claw mark on his neck. So obvious, it belonged to a werewolf. Then, her gaze suddenly turned to Jacob, who was unconscious. On his body and on his claws, there still lingered a strong, irrefutable sll of blood belonging to Brett! I could almost hear the sound of her inner world shattering. Her eyes instantly turned crimson, not rely from transformation, but from the blood of extre agony and rage. Her body shook violently, a broken, inhuman whimper escaping her throat. The wolf within her scread. "No... no!" she snarled, her voice twisted. "It was you! Jacob! You killed him! You killed him!" Clutching Brett’s body, she stared at the unconscious Jacob as tears mingled with endless hatred stread down her face. "I hate you!" she scread, each word wringing every ounce of strength from her. "I will never, ever accept you! I will never be your mate! I despise this pack! I hate every one of you!" Before her words faded, she spun violently, transforming into a wolf amidst the crack of bones and the rip of fabric. A brown she-wolf, filled with agony and despair, she beca a shadow tearing through the night wind, plunging headlong into the pitch-black forest without a backward glance. "Natalie!" " Max shouted in terror without a mont’s hesitation and imdiately transford into a huge dark brown Wolf, chasing after her with all his might. We were left alone, standing in the sa spot, stunned and unable to move by this sudden and complete collapse. All that remained in the air was the thickening sadness that couldn’t be dissolved, and Jacob’s unconscious, painful groans in a coma. It was over. Everything had spiraled toward the worst possible outco.